Friendship
A piece of yellow cornbread
arrived at five for tea,
in a hat of buttered honey
looking silly as could be.
My friend and I both giggled,
but politely said, "Sit down."
"I'd rather not be eaten,"
whispered Cornbread with a frown.
We really were quite hungry,
but we'd made a brand new friend.
We nibbled air, and swallowed dreams,
and had the best pretend.
Anne Knowles
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